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Insane Clown Posse - 24 lyrics
"Die bitch! Fuckin' diiiiie!" All night! Find me, robbin' your jewels Settin' fires, damagin' and breakin' into schools In the darkness! It's much easier to be heartless Break the window out the Lincoln, and screwdriver-start this Muggin' people, droppin' on em' from street lights Stab em' with garden tools or beat em' with pipes So don't come out, stay inside cozy and tucked And if I'm breakin' in, you're old lady's gettin...FUCKED! All day! Car jacks, get out the van As soon as they step out, I pop em' anyway (BLAAAM!) I rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold I know it's nothing but it's something when it's bustin' at your nose Sunny days! I hit up the beach with cleats on And stomp bitches in the ass tryin' to tan in they thongs All day! See me fuckin' hookers at truck stops And then I kill em! Cuz that's where my buck stops All night! I'm wicked and I got the power Blood sheds on the wall during the witching hour In the darkness...see me drive by in an Impala Draggin' some fuckass by the foot and hear him holla In the nighttime! I take what's rightfully mine I run thru emergency rooms and sever life-lines Fuck the limelight, I'm the one I need to impress With a double dip ax-swingin' chop to your chest All day! I'm sellin' coke laced joints to little kids I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin' biz In the sunshine! I been known to take shots at the po I'm in the bushes with the camoflouge on and rifle scope All day! I'm wicked, I keep it horrifying Ax murdered some kid and his dad kite-flying I knocked the fuckin' mailman out on the grass And burned holes in his face with a magnifying glass All night! I fly like a vampire bat Ax murder people tellin' stories where the campfire's at Blame it on the moonlight or blame it on the boogie I shot the motherfuckin' sheriff and his deputy rookie When it's dark out! I hit the streets in the shadows and grab yo's And boogie the woogie and stab hoes Don't even gimme a pound when you see this clown You gettin' cut the fuck up and shot the fuck down All day! Catch me picknickin' with bitches in the park Right before I icepick em' in the heart 24-7, if it ain't us, it's somebody gettin' bloody Wicked clowns ain't the only ones nutty buddy Catch me...tongue kissing! a severed head Catch me burying another bitch dead behind the shed it doesn't matter, night or day, all around the clock Violent J and Shaggy CHOP! CHOP!! CHOP!!! CHOP!!!! You're gonna die! |
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